no time for zen
SageOneís Zen Garden links to my post from this morning and has this to say about it:
This is why people go crazy. When you think something bad is going to happen, it usually does. Stop thinking that way and just live life. The minute you start analyzing why things happened or concentrating on bad feelings, they come true. Just let what should be, be. Dwelling doesn't do anyone any good. Everything happens for a reason - good and bad.
Thinking about bad things does not make them happen. If that were true then you would have to say that, conversely, thinking about good things makes them happen and we all know what a crock that is.
My thinking about a terrorist attack - here or in another country - will have nothing to do with it when the inevitable happens and some militant Muslim somewhere blows up a busload of children or a hospital or synagogue. If I keep thinking that an elephant with wings is going to plow into my house, does that mean it will eventually happen? If I think really, really hard and long? Or does Sage mean in a more general sense, like if I keep thinking something bad will happen it will happen to someone, somewhere? Perhaps I am responsible for someone else's kidney stone? There must be bad karma zinging around the world like a pinball hitting bumpers. Hey, it lit all six letters in the word TERROR! You get one extra ball and a suicide bombing in Iraq! Ding, Ding!
Itís in my nature to analyze things. I canít look at the hole in the ground where the World Trade Center used to be and not analyze it, not think about why it happened, not concentrate on all the bad feelings that come with the memory of that day. You can't just wish away bad feelings on a birthday candle. You can't make them disappear with a kiss from your mommy. Reality just will not let that happen.
Sage says ďstop thinking and just live life,Ē but you cannot live life without thinking about all that makes your life what it is. To stop thinking about world events would be to give in to ignorance and I refuse to be ignorant when it comes to what goes on in this world because, in the end, it affects me. It affects you. What happens in Saudi Arabia today will have some impact on you at some point, whether you realize it or not.
Who is going to help make a difference in the world? The people who walk around with their heads in the clouds and a fixed smile on their faces or the people who analyze and ask why? I donít want to be that person who just sits idly by, only reading the comics in the newspaper and watching sitcoms on tv and then looking around in dumb wonder when some factory worker goes bezerk and wipes out an entire town.
I donít believe that everything - good or bad - happens for a reason. That's the biggest cop-out for people who don't want to look for answers - or maybe don't want to know the answers. There is no possible reason you can give that will make me feel any better about 9/11, or a child being starved to death by his parents or someoneís house burning down. What cosmic, mystical reason could there be for such evil and ugliness and destruction to exist?
I can no more make my bad feelings come true than I can fly if I think happy thoughts. Life isnít a fairy tale. That blockquoted paragraph up there is the equivalent of turn that frown upside down, or donít worry be happy. Both are phrases conjured up by the eternal optimist. Itís also that optimist who can sweep away the sorrows of death and destruction with the neat little ďeverything happens for a reasonĒ phrase.
Crazy? Not a chance. Iím a realist. I accept that bad things will happen because there are bad people in this world. Itís not all part of some great cosmic plan that is designed to take us from point A to point B with all the murders and rapes and wars in between those points serving as stepping stones. Itís life. Itís humanity. It all sucks sometimes and not thinking about it will only make it suck more when it happens to you and youíre shell shocked into near-insanity because of your insistence on not ever giving it thought.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is your damn moment of zen.